The thud of the demon's corpse striking the earth echoed like a thunderclap, reverberating in every ear.
A profound silence fell over the room.
With each passing nanosecond, the stillness deepened, dense, suffocating, absolute.
Time itself seemed to fracture, each sliver of a moment stretching into eternity as every being remained frozen in their battle stance.
At that moment, Anthony's focus had partially shifted from the demons, though a thread of his awareness remained tethered to them, keenly attuned for any sign of a sudden, underhanded strike.
His full attention was now fixed on the Executioner, the one who had just slain a demon in a manner so grotesque it defied comprehension.
Yet Anthony remained still.
His aura was tranquil, his gaze razor-sharp, and his senses extended to an almost impossible peak, each one honed to catch even the faintest ripple of danger.
